Tuesday, 24 July 2007

Puddles of Consciousness

Well here I am then: belatedly pushing myself out of the binary womb i've grown all too comfortable in. No longer sat in my bubble, listening to the Bloggery of you clever people, consuming, eavesdropping, lurking but never proffering a response.

I decided to come out (as it were) in response to a moving post by my friend Trousers. And also because the humour in my faux-petulant pronouncements of "oooh I suppose you're going to spend time with your Virtual friends again" each time we were together and veered into the vicinity of a computer was wearing thin. Like an over-chewed stick of Wrigleys.

I had intended to establish the theme of my Blog-presence as "Stream of Consciousness", but this sounds far too grandiose. So on reflection, puddles of consciousness seems more fitting. As I lack both the intellectual rigour and dedication of you serious Blogites (or whatever the vernacular is) I promise to spew out my unrefined musings periodically and encourage you to respond to them as you seem fit.

anticant, thanks for the welcome. And I promise I will abstain from swearage and spankery in the Burrow.

As for the shed ben travato, it's a place for repair, healing and creativity, so anything goes really. Thanks for dropping by.

Anna Mr, It is indeed good be accepted by you gorgeous people. I have been reading blogs by trousers, merkin and anticant so far and you regulars have created a genuinely positive network of encouragement, support and humour. It's an honour to have you visit the shed. Please come again.

trousers, It was pedantic, but I would be disappointed if you had resisted the urge to correct my oversight.

Now then now then (er..) one noted commenter, a Ms lavenderblue, has pointed out that as a non-Googler she cannot comment on this site and was wondering if you might change your settings (eg under the comments box it says This blog does not allow anonymous comments)

I was taken ill last night (a leftover from my recent trip to Cuba methinks...more of which later) and ended up in my bunk very early for this nocturnal creature! So imagine my pleasure at discovering 6 more comments AND delicious Free association to boot.

I can see I'm gonna like this Blog Thang.

anticant, the 'sinister' element is alluded to in my profile. I may elaborate in a later blog. As for my ransome requests? assorted metals, brazing rods and mig wire should see the safe return of all hostages, but before sunrise, so be warned!

dj kirkby, sorry if I offended you, but I assure you I didn't use the word 'spew' in reference to my metaphorical birthing, but rather to describe the method of my new-born utterances. Think of it as me ejecting any residual prenatal mucous...or summat.

trousers, thanks for that I'll look into changing the setting forthwith.

anna mr, it may hurt a bit at first, but I can assure you, it will be aesthetic.

anticant again, I am currently pouring you the very first shot of flux from the optics of 'bar sinister'

to the tune of.......(Battle Hymn of the Republic)I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hotI wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's notAnd sometime in the springtime and sometimes in the fallI jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at allGlory, glory, hallelujahGlory, glory, what's it to yaBalmy breezes blowing through yaWith nothing on at all

Sorry for the silence peeps, i've been visiting with my parents in N Yorks and preparing for a workshop I'm delivering in the cotswolds this weekend! Something I agreed to back in January, which I'm now regretting (more of this in my next blog)

Zola - Your meat is welcome here in the shed, and after a few snifters, I might even break out my wide selecion of polish sausages.

Lavenderblue - Singing in the shed os more than encouraged, it is absolutely obligatory. It made me blush, but welcome along!

OK.Where the fuck are you......I realise that trousers is busying himself wearing a frock right now........but does that stop you saying 'hello'..........or 'bugger off ' ..erm unless of course it is your frock..........in which case well, any way you want to play it...I am cold and lonely on my own in your shed,with just the Hobo spiders for company..........